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I do believe I got drunk last night. Crap. I don't like getting drunk. Rather, I don't like the after effects of getting drunk. Public Service announcement: Drinking is not good for you, kids. Just say no. *breaks down laughing* Of course, when you live in England and the pub culture dominates all your nights out (So, where are we going?" "Pub?") it's not exactly possible. You know I didn't drink before coming here? Sure, I had some piña coladas, but I almost never have them with rum because I don't like them that way (they don't taste right) and some coquito, but that's totally worth it and I never got beyond tipsy. Then I get here and within a week we were off to the pub. and so it began. But I still never have more than 2 pints of cider, which is fine, except that apparently it's been too long since the last time I had alcohol and now my body's mad at me. and of course the really stupid thing is that I have to study! But none of us were thinking of that last night. We were just avoiding our misery. I'm not that hung over. I just got the nausea but nothing coming back up and that's gone now. I'm just giggly, really sleep deprived and still bumping into walls.

At least I'm a quiet drunk. Just giggly. But I'm always giggly. I'm know for being giggly. And quiet. So I'm a happy drunk but I don't break out into bouts of singing or get involved in discussions with other drunk people, because oh god arguing with drunk people is annoying. What with your brain cells all shot with alcohol, reason will not penetrate, except with very few people. Very few. So I didn't even try to get in the middle of that 'who's driving on the wrong side of the road' argument. Not doing it. And one of my friends spent half an hour fighting with guy over Rhode Island not being part of New York. But then supposedly the guy meant Long Island. Supposedly. So essentially he has no idea where his girlfriend is from. I just had some nice conversations with the two guys in our group, quiet and civil, and felt really bad that they both have girlfriends. Well, more one than the other. I really like him. But girlfriend. But he's still cool to hang out with.

To cheer myself up, I'm watching my novela. Long live the soaps. And I really think that I like this one so much because the poor male lead keeps crying all the time because he his foster sister yells at him that he's not her brother, he thinks he's married to his sister, he almost killed his little brother, save he didn't know it was his brother, his father's murderer killed said brother right after the grand, teary reconciliation. That poor guy! I just keep squeeing all over him. I've never seen a guy cry this much in a novela before. Although I'm glad they're getting rid of that 'real men don't cry' bollocks.

Moral of the story: Don't over drink. I should remember this. Of course, next time I probably won't remember. I'll at least try to have a big, fatty meal like the BBC hangover page tells me to do. I think I might grab some pizza. Except that the place I know is kinda far away considering the wooziness. But I want pizza.